"Peace" of Thought

"There are days when the abstract speaks the most clearly." CNK

Speaking Souls Let us marry our fortunes together on this day, And share the wealth of knowledge, he thought. As he read his newspaper, lightly lost in the paper prints of published works. While she, posting her thoughts in the blackness of the pulsating screen And a glass of white, both gleefully grounded by what's been read not said. Let us also wipe the sleep out of our eyes she thought, Tomorrow morning let it come, while daydream thoughts of the stubborn sunrise, Intercept the grey cleansing clouds of the new days sky. And know that if I knew what was missing he thought, I would lead us down pilgrim's passage, through the darkness. Because the stories told by the songs of souls he thought, Tell of tales that begin by the roadside of faded signs. Let us each sing a little note she thought, While looking for the single street lamp lighting the way That will show us the path to the funky little home of kings and queens. So here, let us continue on he thought...

She Stayed Turn left they said, She turned towards the light. Go forward they said, She turned towards the night. Turn right they said, Her face grew pale. Go back they said, Her life a tale. Turn down they said, She felt the cold. Go up they said, Her steps were bold. Turn low they said, She kept her mind. Go lower they said, She fell behind. Turn higher they said, She crept along. Go fast they said, She stepped to song. Turn off they said, She stayed roadside. Go on they said, She stopped to hide. Don't turn they said She softly stood Don't go they said She stayed.

A Soft Return And so, after several months, I will once again share a few thoughts that stimulate thought in a few.  I thank those of you who have welcomed me back after several months of silence.  Please know, I am most prepared for a soft return filled with desirable purpose.  Once again, let us brighten our minds as we share whispering words which spark delicate and deepening meaning.  Together, let us travel for a few minutes each day and/or week and celebrate the gentle wisdom that is found in a "Peace" of Thought. CNK

Inside the stately coffee shop The cool of breeze seeps in Between the doors pulled open And brushes o'r your chin. Strangers note the time change With the wrinkles on their mind That creep out through their deep blue eyes Upon sidewalks you might find. The stream sweetens simple scenery Their chats mix a mellow melt Her smile sings of surrender While his touch is barely felt. Her cup pours milky mousse as such Tasting the whites of pure And swallows glancing all around Reveals the Sunday cure. CNK

Knowing Words spill forth, and overflow Like small pink pills or weeds that grow Or gunshots through dark clouds that blow Deep within the minds that know. Words withheld, ingrained so deep He sees through eyes, darknesses seep Captures thoughts in shifts that creep Where words should be, silently sleep. CNK

Blank Nothing ahead, But memories read, - indeed. Empty and white, No life, no fright, - no seed. Blank. CNK

Triggered Floating along the compromise Afraid to look with sunken eyes Upon her breast with sweet surprise She's triggered by the lullabies. Shimmers speak of softened cries Tanks return a hundred tries Brilliance sings of sweetened prize Triggered by the lullabies. Laying flat, yet hung on highs Her spirit lives, her body dies Fantastical, those truths than lies Triggered by simple lullabies. CNK

Her highness, the Willow,  need not adourn herself with the extravagance of fall, for she is confident waving farewell with her hues of green gold in the cool rains of autumn, before falling her limbs to the ground as she sleeps. CNK

Gitty, IT gathered the spirits that lingered, The souls that had withered Then dark it delivered. Fumbling without stumble, All solids to crumble Silenced voices that mumble. And warm sun made to shine As if all was just fine And IT sat down to dine. And Hope's spark fell cold with the full frost of Autumn  harvest. CNK